Ezra and I rushed outside, the tension in the air nearly palpable. He motioned for me to stay back while he strode forward to address the omegas gathering at the Alpha house, evidently the first wave of protesters. I stood off to the side, out of the immediate line of sight.
A dozen or so omegas stood resolute, with Seth at the forefront. Ezra approached them, guiding an irate Caleb, who was clearly itching for a confrontation but deferred to his Alpha's command.
“Caleb, maybe you should go inside and monitor the arrangements. The rest of the Pack members must be arriving soon,” Ezra instructed, his voice firm but measured. Caleb's reluctance was evident, but he couldn't defy his Alpha's directive. With a stiff nod, he shot a final glare at Seth, then turned and walked away, leaving the
